"Wait a minute, Miss Raven."

Turning her head to see the figure of the crow walking towards the crowd of onlookers in the direction of the market, Thea subconsciously turned around and tried to stop her.

The raven looked away from her and looked back at her, hooked her fingers, and then selectively ignored what she had just heard from the girl's mouth and continued on her way.

The wolf-eared girl was stunned for a moment, and then looked sideways at the young man and the old thief, and her amber eyes seemed to ask the two of them if they wanted to follow the black-robed poet lady, whether they planned to go with her to have a good time, or call her back.

The personal experiences of Urs and Grolaydon are destined to last until the latter confesses his true intention to join the team, but the simple and kind wolf-eared girl always shows her kindness very naturally in the process of dealing with people, so her relationship with the crow has become much more harmonious in the past week.

If the words just now had been shouted by a young man or an old thief, the haughty Miss Poet would not have deliberately turned her head to look at them, but would have hooked her fingers and waited.

Based on the drow's performances over the past week, Urs has come to the conclusion that her camp leanings are probably not enough to meet the standards of goodness, but rather to the code of chaotic neutrality.

Chaotic neutral characters value their own freedom, act according to their whims and impulses, and although they hate being bound by rules, they do not deliberately destroy the laws they see. Such people may keep their word and don't mind lying and cheating, but their actions are not good or evil, and sometimes they are motivated by a mere pleasure or an interest in something.

The chaotic neutrals who are most evident in the faction traits are generally incomprehensible lunatics.

Jays are not crazy, but they are not easy to get along with.

Looking at the Drow poetess who was walking towards the crowd, the black-haired young man shrugged her shoulders as if she couldn't help it, thinking that it would be okay, okay, anyway, I was not busy with what I was going to do now, and I still had a lively leisure to talk about it in the past.

So he and Thea and Gloriden then walked straight to the end of the street where there was a lot of noise.

It's just that considering that he still has a huge amount of more than a dozen platinum coins in the dimensional bag on his body, he won't stupidly squeeze from the outside of the pile to the inner circle with the crow.

The tall young man stood at the periphery of the crowd with his hands folded, occasionally tiptoeing up his chin to look in, and then telling the maiden and the old thief what he saw.

Anyway, he's quite tall in this life, and one of the guys in the crowd who is watching is even a little taller than him.

The conspicuous creature was a half-orc male with brownish-green skin in a large linen shirt.

Strange to say, as a half-orc fused with orc blood, his temperament is not as wild and rude as the purebred orcs in the wasteland, and at this moment he is standing calmly in front of several men who deliberately find fault with him, and his calm eyes face up to the discrimination and malice thrown at him by the other party with mature wisdom.

And the men who were looking for trouble with him looked like a group of drunken rogue mercenaries from their outward attire, and the mercenary leader in the lead spewed out a disgusting smell of alcohol from his mouth, raised the index finger of his right hand and aimed at the tip of his nose and said provocatively: "Hey, green-skinned bald, what role do you think you are?" Can you fight a strong man? Or do you have the guts to come over and punch me? ”

Twilight is a famous adventurer city in the Okazawa region, but there are also a few third-rate mercenaries in the city who usually only take money to do things, but once they find a major bounty task but can't compete with the adventurer association in the same city, they have to go to the street to buy drunk mercenaries.

"Urs, that Mr. Orc seems to be in trouble, shall we help him?" Thea stretched her neck hard, raised her hands to the sides of her shoulders and clenched them into fists, her leather boots under the hem of her white robe jumping up and down to see the inner circle of the crowd.

The heart of the wolf-eared girl will always unconsciously care about others like this.

"However, those drunken fools can only be a little proud for a while before the nearby guards come over." Gloledon raised his hand and pinched his chin as if he was thinking about something, and after a few seconds, he didn't interject with Thea, but looked sideways at Urs next to him out of the corner of his eye, "So I suggest we'd better not meddle, but this is your squad, and if you want to intervene, I will respect your decision." ”

"In that case, I choose to take your advice." Urs nodded indifferently, knowing in his heart that the old thief's considerations were very wise and thoughtful,

But then again...... Oh, yes.

The farce in front of him was like a memory scene he had seen in Twilight in his previous life.

His eyes blinked, and he suddenly remembered who the big half-orc who suddenly made him look inexplicably familiar.

At the same time—

"My practice is not specifically for fighting." The green-skinned, bald-headed, half-orc male maintained his composure, unhurriedly responding to the rogue mercenary leader's harassment in his deep guttural voice, "Maybe you can calm down first and listen to me show you some—"

"Show something? Your fist? The unreasonable drunken mercenary sharply interrupted his explanation, "Heh! You're pretending to be a tough guy, but you're just a cowardly stupid big guy! ”

"I am not afraid to fight for self-preservation, but I do not seek meaningless conflict, but I want to share the precepts of Od with others."

"So you, dirty green-skinned orc, turned preacher of the god of order?"

"I don't mean to ask others to follow in Oude's footsteps." The able-bodied orc continued, "The warrior monk of the god of order wields his will, spirit, and soul in a balanced manner, and strength is the weapon necessary for his battle, not to show off his martial prowess. The goal he pursued was the true meaning of order. ”

"Hmph, I'm not very bold, but my mouth is quite sharp!" The trouble-making mercenary leader continued to entangle.

But the discerning onlookers could see for a moment that the green-skinned orc had not been provoked by his verbal provocation from beginning to end, but that his own behavior had become more and more arrogant and unbearable, and with his mouth full of wine like a barking mad dog, it didn't take long to attract several patrol guards armed with halberds from the neighboring auction house block.

Several guards who rushed to the scene quickly evacuated the crowd of onlookers, and after learning about the situation at the scene, they forcibly took away the drunken mercenaries who were making trouble, and before leaving, they warned the bald orc who called himself the Oude warrior monk not to try to cause trouble in the city.

The orc, who was about two hundred centimeters tall, saluted and thanked the guards who had helped him resolve the incident, and then sighed lightly, grabbed the salute burden on his shoulder with his thick fingers, shook his arms, and prepared to leave here, but suddenly heard someone standing aside and clapping his hands and praising him:

"Well done, monk, the patience and restraint you can show in the face of foolish folly is admirable."

"I'm Urs, maybe we can get to know each other?"